My granddaughter, Elizabeth, is only 11, but she just might be the bravest girl I’ve ever known.
She’s sung in honor choirs, played the lead in school play, sung the lead in a children’s musical. For eight months, she’s been praying her dad would “find a church” to be a youth minister, even knowing it might mean she would have to move. After eight months of interviews and rejections, my son “found” a church one state and one time zone away. Praise the Lord. Right?
Liz was happy…but, moving meant no more being involved with her gaggle of friends, especially her two besties.
Last week, on Friday, Liz was living in a big city in a big house with a big group of friends in a big friendship with two great girls. On Saturday, she bravely said good-bye to her house, her church, her friends, her way of life. With a huge smile, she tried to cover her broken heart. But just before she rode away in the moving van, she fell into my arms and said, “Nonnie, please pray for me. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
I prayed for her every mile of the way.
As my husband and I left her in her new house in a new town in a new state, Liz gave me another fierce hug. “Pray for me. I don’t want to be here.” I told her to remember Steven Curtis Chapman’s song, “The Glorious Unfolding.” Together, we sang the chorus — words about being amazed at what God is unfolding in our lives and about the story being so far from over and about holding onto God’s promises and watching His glorious unfolding. I told her to be brave and she said she’d try.
On Sunday, she’s the new kid in a new church. On Monday, she’s the new kid in a new school. And she’s depressed. And she won’t talk to her parents because she doesn’t want them to feel upset because she’s upset.
So she calls me on her new cell phone and says, “Nonnie, ask God to tell me what to do!” I reminded her of “Glorious Unfolding” and then prayed for her over the phone.
On Tuesday, I told her I had been praying for her all day she casually said, “Oh, I know you were. God told me.” She had been afraid walking into the cafeteria. But she then heard a voice in her head: “It’s OK. A whole bunch of people are praying for you. I’ve got your back.” She said she knew God was speaking to her and she was going to be OK.
Oh, my! See what I mean about her bravery? How many of us are reluctant to follow God’s leading because it might take us to places we didn’t want to go? How many of us are so “in tune” with God that we hear can so easily hear his voice of encouragement?
Liz’s journey is so far from over, and I know God has a "Glorious Unfolding" just waiting to unfold.
He’s got an unfolding waiting for you, too. I hope we can all be as bravely patient as my granddaughter!
Verna Davis, author and speaker, lives in Frankton. She can be reached at Vrdspeaks@yahoo.com.